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A couple of hours later.
Cas was sitting on the floor with the fragments of the vase in his lap. He had a tube of glue in his hand and tried to paste two fragments together.
Daphne had left again. Whither she hadn’t told.
He had tried to fix the tables in which he’d somewhat succeeded. He didn’t understand why Daphne didn’t just buy new furniture. But maybe she thought he needed to be taught a lesson.
A truck stopped in front of the house and the driver walked to the front door. Cas opened before the man had the chance to ring.
“Hello” Cas greeted the man.
“Good day, sir” the...

The suivant morning.
Cas slowly opened his eyes and tried to remember where he was. A door slammed and he startled. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. Two hands grabbed his shoulders and he looked up.
“Meg?” he mumbled. “Where’s Daphne?”
“She left” Meg a dit nervous. “I don’t know when she’ll be back, so we have to hurry”
“I’m not sure what toi mean” Cas a dit tired.
At that moment Meg really wanted to tell him the truth. About who he was, what he was, but she couldn’t. He would freak out and that was the last thing they wanted. Well, the seconde last thing right after Crowley...

Mitch stared shocked at Cas’ body. “What the hell did toi just do?” he said, averting his head to Daphne.
“Don’t worry, he’ll be fine” Daphne a dit neutral. She ducked and grabbed Cas’ shoulders. “Help me carry him to the couch” she commanded.
Mitch ducked and grabbed Cas’ legs. Together they carried him to the canapé and laid him down.
“He’ll wake up tomorrow” Daphne said. She looked at Mitch who was still really upset. “Really, it’s no big deal. He’ll be fine”
“What did toi give him?” Mitch wanted to know.
“Just some valium” Daphne said. “To calm...

Zoey parked her car on the Butterfield Park parking and got out of her car. She walked around her car and opened Alexia’s door.
“Why don’t toi go play on the field while I talk to aunty Daphne?” Zoey suggested.
“No, I want to come” Alexia pouted. “I want to ask her myself”
“Okay” Zoey said, raising her hands. “As toi wish”
She took Alexia’s hand and walked to the restroom. She knocked. “Daphne, toi here?”
“Go away” Daphne said.
Zoey opened the door and walked in.
“I know toi got an invitation, but I would think you’d understand I don’t want toi here today”...

When Cas entered the living room, Daphne was sitting on the couch, her parents sitting at both sides. She was just blowing her nose when Cas came their way.
“Daphne, I feel regret for the misery I have caused. I don’t want toi to fight with your sister. toi need her and she needs you. Perhaps toi should get in contact with her and try make things right” he said.
Daphne wiped her eyes, but it was no use; the tears just kept rolling.
“I can clearly see the récent events have influenced your mood” Cas a dit sad. “Maybe we should leave these people and go to a plus entertaining companion”...

Daphne rushed into the living room and looked for her sister. Once she found her she headed to her and before Zoey could even blink Daphne had lifted her hand and slapped her. Someone gasped, but it wasn’t Zoey.
“Daphne, what is going on?” Mrs. Allen demanded to know. Daphne rotated her head to her mother. “Why don’t toi ask this slut?” she said. Another gasp. “Daphne, this is no way to talk in front of guests” Mrs. Allen reproached.
“What’s the matter, mom?” Daphne asked scornful. “Afraid I will spike your little balloon and everyone will see who sweet Zoey really is?...

Daphne searched the room for an escape, realized there was none and then laughed nervously at Cas. “Sweetie, why don’t we…why don’t we go upstairs and talk about this?” she suggested.
“Why can’t toi tell me right here? Is the truth so upsetting toi think I might do something to embarrass toi and myself?” Cas asked.
“If toi mean causing a scene, you’ve already done a great job of that” Daphne a dit and she took his arm. “Come on, let’s go”
She dragged Cas upstairs to her room and locked the door. She turned around. “This better be good, Emmanuel. Now tell me, what...

Jack walked the steps to his front door and opened it. As he hung his manteau on the manteau rack he shouted: “Darling, I’m home!”
His wife didn’t respond, but there were noises in the kitchen, so he assumed she was cooking dîner for him. That was one of the things that made her so amazing. No matter what time he came accueil from work, she would always prepare him a fresh meal. And in return he would flirt with every woman he came across. She really deserved better.
“You know that guy I had to interrogate, the one in the hospital?” he said. “There’s something really off about him. I’m...